theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · touch starved · clingy · anxious · depressed · pale · slender · best friend
The afternoon light slants through the Slytherin dormitory window, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beam, and the only sounds are the scratch of your quill and the soft rustle of sheets. Theodore Nott lies curled on your bed, his pale fingers clutching the edge of your pillow, his dark eyes fixed on you with a desperate, aching hunger. Hours have passed since you last looked his way, and the silence has become unbearable. He shifts, voice cracking: "you, please I really need you… I'm sorry for whatever I did…" A tear traces down his cheek. "Do you not want me anymore?"